the steinway stamina of your fingers
the shrugged cringe in deaf ears falling, falling deft in depths-
i expect you’ll find me wanting

but i’m sensing the base line playing you off the page
and your reverberation the first to grow tired-
and i suspect you’ll overcompensate

your notes too much like crowfeet ankles
you’re thatchworked into a faltering scale-
i’ll arpeggio you back to being

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